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Full text of "Miss Canada. Is Canada a land of sunshine or snow?"

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MR. RUDYARD KIPLING recently wrote a 
: poem in which he called the fair Dominion 
of Canada " Our Lady of the Snows." This well- 
meant, but ill-advised expression, has been severely 
criticised in the Colonial papers. One country 
editor concludes his remarks with a suggestion that 
" Kipling should be spanked with a Snowshoe." 
Others have put their views into verse, as follows : — 

CANADA TO KIPLTNG, 

The title is pretty, I grant you, 

And I know you meant to be kind, 
But I wish you could hit on another 

Less risky, if you don't mind. 
Of course, as implying my " whiteness." 

I modestly murmur " It goes," 
But I fear few will give that meaning 

To " Our Lady of the Snows."' 

You see, there's a prevalent notion — 

Which does me a grievous wrong — ■ 
That my climate is almost Arctic, 

And my winters ten months long. 
Perhaps that is your idea, 

For it's widespread, goodness knows ! 
And this phrase will make it more so — ■ 

" Our Lady of the Snows." — J. W. Bengough. 

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" OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS." 

A poet sung of a nation in words that were kindly meant. 
And his song on ethereal pulses throughout the Empire went. 
It breathed the Imperial spirit at which the bosom jrlows. 
But he slurred the land that he fain had praised, as " Our 
Lady of the Snows." 

She has lands unknown to summer, but she keeps them for a 

park 
For such as find little Europe too small for ambition's mark. 
She keeps them to pleasure Nansen, for a Franklin to repose, 
But they lie remote from the marts and home of '• Our Lady 

of the Snows." 

True, she has somewhere, sometime, winters when keen winds 

bite, 
And in the frosty heavens gleams the auroral light. 
When in the drifted forest she counts the ringing blows 
Of the axe that reaps a harvest for " Our Lady of the Snows." 

But while the sturdy Briton still shivers in east winds, 
The winter flees and the rivers no more the ice king binds, 
And blossom calls upon blossom, & each its fair form shows, 
In the land that is called by Kipling " Our Lady of the Snows." 

She has woods of pine and maple, where England might be 

lost ; 
She has ports that are ever open to ships that are tempest 

tossed ; 
She has fields of wheat unbounded, where the whole horizon 

glows, 
And the hot sun laughs to hear her styled " Our Lady of 

the Snows." 

She has vineyards hanging heavy with clustering purple 
and white, 



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And the velvet peach in its swaying" nest fills the gardener 

with delight. 
She can pluck, if she will, at Yule tide, in the balmy air. 

the rose, 
And the people smile when they hear her called ;t Our Lady 

of the Snows." 

The wire that brought that message on lightning under the 

sea 
Had been too short to bear it to her furthest boundary. 
Not by a flippant phrasing of catchword verse or prose. 
Can the truth be told of the vast domain of " Our Lady of 

the Snows." — Arthur Weir, in ,; Montreal Star." 



CSanaMan ^rofcucts, 

ESIDES an immense Export trade in Flour, 
Cheese, Butter, Eggs, and Canned Fish, all of 



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which are well-known in England, Canada grows a 
large quantity of Fruit. Canadian Apples are now 
very much appreciated, and her Peaches, Plums, 
Pears, and Berries are equally nice. Not only so, 
but a large trade is now being done in Canned 
Tomatoes, Peas, French Beans, and other vegetables 
— indeed, there seems no limit to the possibilities of 
development in this direction. Canadian Beef, 
Mutton, Bacon, Hams, and Poultry are so like 
English, being fed as on our own English farms, that 
very few know the difference. And why should they 
care ? Are not our Canadian brothers as British as 
we are, and their produce equal to our own ] 



Wbe CTbtforen at Jptea. 

Clarice — Is not this Fruit lovely, children ? The flavor is 
almost like fresh gathered. 

Christine — Yes, I know how that is. These are from my 
dear old Canada. I see they are the " Miss Canada " Brand. 
You know mother used to bottle Fruit in Toronto like this. 
Who wants Jam when we can get Fruit ? 

Irene — These Peaches are nice ! 

Warier — Yes, dear. Father says our Canadian Peaches are 
luscious ; they are not quite so large as those grown in 
California, but of a richer flavour. 

Rudolph — I like Apples, I do. 

Christine — Ah ! we know how to grow beautiful Apples 
in Canada. Father says the farmers take nearly as much 
care of their Fruit trees as most mothers do of their babies. 
Only fancy, they bind paper round the trunk of the trees 
and put tar on to keep the insects from the fruit. 

Irene — Yes, these are nice. " Miss Canada " is just the 
right name for them. 

Clarice — Do you know our Canadian friends are now 
" canning " and " bottling " all kinds of Berries, Plums, 
and Pears to send over here, so we shall be able to have 
fresh fruit very nearly all the year round. 

'Christine — Yes, and Tomatoes, Peas, and other vegetables. 

Irene — What do you think .' Father says he used to have 
Pumpkin Pie when he was a boy down in the South of 
England, and he has asked the " Miss Canada " people 
to " can " Pumpkins, and we are to have Pumpkin Pie 
whenever we like. 

Rudolph — I want some Pumpkin Pie, please Tassie ? 

Clarice — You must wait till it is made, boy ; but you may 
try this Pine Apple, children. How nice to have it sliced 
up so thin ! 



Christine — Yes, and it is lovely. 

Clarice — Is it not very kind of our Canadian friends to 
make everything ready for use ? Ladies have not to work so 
hard in Canada as they do in England. 

Irene — Perhaps the English ladies won't work so hard 
soon. We must show them how easy it is to get up a nice 
tea without much work. 

Rudolph — I could make pumpkin pies & cakes, too. I could. 

Irene — So could I, boy, if I had some of our lovely 
White Canadian Flour and a cake of that Yeast that 
comes from Canada. What do they call it ? 

CiaricQ — The Flour, dear, is called The Imperial Prize 
Medal " Prairie Hen " Brand, and the Yeast the " Victoria." 
It is a round cake and makes lovely bread, but we don't 
use Yeast to make pie crust. I expect vou could both eat 
the pies and cakes best. Perhaps mother will teach you 
how to make them some day. One does not want pies if 
we have lovely fruit like this, and a can of Canadian Lunch 
Tongue or Compressed Beef. You know Father says the 
Canadians do not boil all the nature out of their Beef 
before ;i oanning " it, like some peoj)le do. 

Christine — I like Tongue. I don't think you can have 
too much of " Miss Canada's " tongue. 

Clarice — Father says we may some day have Venison and 
Rabbits in cans from North America. Won't that be 
splendid ? I know a Canadian dish that is easily made and 
very nice. You need a little Maccaroni, some Cheese, and a 
Can of Tomatoes. Father says every housekeeper should keep 
an Imperial Prize Medal Cheddar Cheese, called " Canadian 
Stilton," and a can of Tomatoes in the house, as well as a 
little Maccaroni. You just boil some Maccaroni and put 
it into a buttered dish, then add a can of Tomatoes, mix 
well, season with pepper and salt, then add a little grated 
cheese and put it into the oven until a crust is formed. 



Rudolph — I like Macwoni and Tomatoes, I do ! ! 

Irene — We will make some for our next Christmas party. 

Clarice — Some people are afraid to use canned Toma- 
toes, because they say there is something about the tins 
injurious to health, but I don't think so. 

Irene — These Peaches don't taste injurious, any way ! 

Christine — Why can't they use something else instead of 
tins ? 

('/(/rice — So they can, only it costs more money. Father 
says they are going to ship over such a lot of Peaches 
and Plums and other goodies next season in bottles. 

Rudolph — 1 like "goodies" all the time ! 

Irene — So do I ! and I like Fruit in glass bottles instead 
of tins. What does it matter about costing more ? 

Christine — I don't care if the Fruit is sent over in tins so 
long as it can be served in these dear little glass dishes. 
Let us call them *' Miss Canada " dishes. This is like we 
use in Canada. Who would mix up Fruit with bread and 
butter on their plates, when they can get nice little dishes 
like this for about a penny each ? 

Rudolph — I eat my Fruit with a spoon. Isn't it nice ? 

Irene — What a pity that so many empty tin cans are 
thrown away ? 

Clarice — The cans should not be thrown away. I know 
what they ought to do with them. Save them up and send 
them to General Booth for the poor people who have no work 
to do to make them into toys. Now, children. Avez.vous Jini ? 




Iplbe ^oy'e J3jttbem. 

TjfffHE Bass was on his way to choir practice — rehearsal 
©T© they call it now — with a big sheaf of Easter music 
under his arm. The streets were almost desertei, and it was 
wet and cold. There was a little snow on the ground, and 
the electric lights swayed two and fro in the wind and 
made uneven, undulating circles of brightness on the 
pavement. 

The Bass had nearly reached the Cathedral when he 
became aware of a small attendant shadow that kept closely 
at his heels. He turned sharply. The shadow stopped and 
whimpered, with a knuckle to its eyes. 

" Go away," said the Bass sternly, " I haven't any 
change." 

i; Chinge !" squeaked the shadow wrathfully. " I'm an 
Hinglishman, I am. Who arsked you fer ehinge ] Car'n a 
gent tike an evenin' promenade without bein' insulted ? 
Keep your chinge — keep it fer yer supper." 

" Well, what do you want ?" said the Bass, amused, for the 
rags that decked the scarecrow flew loosely in the wind and 
gave him an elfish look. 

" You can go arn now," said the battered little thing ; " I 
ain't got no more use fer you." 

" I don't see " began the Bass, rather bewildered. 

4; I don't mind informin' yer," interrupted the other with 
an air of generosity, " as you an' yer umbreller makes a 
werry respectable buffer for the wind." Them slim ones is 
no sorter satisfaction ; gimme a big cove with a pair o' 
shoulders, an' I deolare it's like walkin' down a bloomin' 
conservatory," and he shivered as a sudden blast nearly bore 
him off his sticks of legs. 

*• Are you cold then ? " asked the Bass, pityingly. 



"Am I cold? Am I a jibberin' ice-'ouse floatin' in an 
Arctic sea ?" 

The Bass was feeling in his pockets for some coppers, 
which were not forthcoming-. 

" Look here," he said suddenly, " come into the cathedral 
with me ; it's warm in there at least." 

The scarecrow came nearer and put one shaking hand on 
the young man's cuff. 

" Sy, will the bloke tackle the ivories ? Will he ply ?" 

" Why, yes, it's practice night ; I dare say you can stay if 
you promise to be quiet." 

" Sure, Mike ; forge ahead !" and the two went on. 

The cathedral was dimly lighted ; the Gothic arches looked 
dim, and distant, and mysterious. *The few lights in the 
chancel only served to emphasize its dimensions, and the 
organ was muttering out a pedal prelude that echoed some- 
where in the darkness like the lost voice of the Bass. 

The young man settled his charge near a register and went 
off with his music to join the choir. 

" He is risen !" 

As the soft staccato notes floated down to him, the boy 
clasped his blue hands and drew a long breath of mingled 
ecstacy and bronchitis. 

" Alleluia ! Alleluia !" 

He stood up and. drawn by the music, slipped up the aisle, 
nearer and nearer the source of those exquisite sounds. The 
Bass turned and saw him on the chancel steps and signalled 
to him to go back, and he crept away into the darkness 
again. When the practice was over the boy had fled. 

After this he always lay in wait for the Bass and accom 
panied him to the Cathedral, sometimes carrying his music. 

" Sy, couldn't I sing with them other fellers ?" he asked 
one night. 

" I'm afraid not," said the Bass kindly. 

" Couldn't the cove wot slings the stoppers make me 
sing ?" 



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" No, I don't think he could." 

i; Well, look ahere, there's one plice too many in that 
choir act ; couldn't I wear a white flapper an' sit in it .'" 

" Too bad, boy ;" there's a new chorister coming - for 
Easter and the seat will be filled up. The boy sighed and 
said no more." 

Easter morning- dawned fair and clear. The great church 
was buried in flowers and the air was heavy with their per- 
fume. The Bass felt a new reverence as he took his place 
among the white blossoms in the stalls. He wished that 
the boy had been there to see and hear, for the new chorister 
had not come and the seat was empty after all. 

And now it was time for the Boy's Anthem, and the rest 
of the choir sat down. 

" He is risen, He is risen ?" 

The Bass rubbed his eyes. Directly before him stood 
what had been the empty seat, empty no longer — for there, 
resplendent in a fresh, white " flapper," stood the boy sing- 
ing his heart out. 

" The night is gone, the dawn is here ! " 

Their eyes met, and the Bass leaned back with a sick 
feeling of unreality, his leaf fluttering from his hand. The 
lad nodded to him, his voice rose higher and higher — clearer 
and sweeter — up — up — quivered a moment against the very 
gate of heaven — and stopped. Again the Bass leaned for- 
ward, but the stall was empty." 

;t You were asleep all through the boy's anthem," said the 
Bass's chum as they went home together. 

" Perhaps I was," replied the Bass gravely, for he said to 
himself, 

" If the boy comes again, it must have been a dream ; if 
not ? " 

But the boy never came. 

Tokonto, April, 1897. 



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T UST before a dinner given in honour of a Colonial 
9f ■ magnate, a young dandy, whose chief claim to distinc- 
tion seemed -to be the height of his collar and an eyeglass, 
addressing a stranger, said : — 

" Beastly nuisance, isn't it ? Spoke to that fellah over 
there — took him for a gentleman — and found he had a 
ribbon on his coat. Some blessed head waiter, I suppose ?" 

•• Oh, no." replied the other, " that is the guest of the 
evening." 

" Hang it all, now, is it ?" said the other. " Look here, 
old fellow ; as you know everybody, would you mind sitting 
next me at dinner and telling me who everyone is ?" 

" I should like to very much,'' replied the other; "but, 
you see, I can't — I'm the blessed head waiter ! " 

; - Uncle, which breed of chickens is the best?" ' : Well, 
sah, de white ones is the easiest found, an' de dahk ones is 
the easiest hid after yo' gits 'em." 

They were at a picnic. " You see," he explained, as he 
showed her the wishbone of a chicken at luncheon, " you 
take hold here and I'll take hold here. Then we must both 
make a wish and pull ; and, when it breaks, the one who has 
the larger part of it will have his or her wish gratified." 
" But I don't know what to wish for," she protested. " Oh, 
you can think of something,' 1 he said. " No, I can't," she 
replied ; " I can't think of anything I want very much." 
"Well, I'll wish for you," he exclaimed. " Will you, 
really ."' she asked. " Yes." " Well, then, there's no use 
fooling with the old wishbone." she interrupted, with a glad 
smile ; ; ' you can have me." If you would avoid such serious 
consequences when providing for a pic-nic, take " Miss 
Canada" Brand of Boneless Chicken!! 



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€aanafca's CSTomeliest C5it£, 

5un=lRissefc Smiling Toronto. 
EXTRACTS of a Report by Mr. Bjxkle 



^jp Willson, Travelling Correspondent of the 
London Daily Mail : — 

TORONTO — pearl of cities ! of matchless women and 
pallid men — of buxom streets and dainty architecture — at 
once the most English and the most American of Canadian 
cities. 

Toronto is the most beautiful city in North America. It 
is as artistic as Boston without Boston's compression : it is 
as clean and open as Philadelphia without Philadelphia's 
diffusion. Its public and private buildings — its " sky 
scrapers" have an architectural unity which Chicago and 
New York cannot boast ; and Toronto has done what no 
other city of 200.000 inhabitants has done — more than 
doubled its population in ten years. 

Yet Toronto is a gay city. I know no other word to 
express it. It bears no marks of wear, of use. of crime, of 
passion, of poverty. It is a city without slums and without 
noise. Toronto contains one church for every eight hundred 
of her inhabitants, which I am given to understand is a 
greater percentage of churches than any other city in the 
world possesses. 

At seven o'clock on Saturday night the saloons and bar- 
rooms close — and yet no riot ensues. '-Robbing the poor 
man of his beer" is no shibboleth in a place where rich and 
poor alike drink water. 

Toronto is the centre, commercially, religiously, and 
educationally, as well as politically, of the opulent province 
of Ontario. 

The women of Toronto are the prettiest and best dressed 



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on the American continent. The apparently eternal sun- 
shine with which the city is bathed tempts them out of 
doors, and it is as much as an average wayfarer can do to 
make his way through the throngs of pedestrians which fill 
King and Queen and Yonge Streets. 

Apropos of sunshine. I should like to present Londoners 
with a few figures dealing with this commodity. I have 
been told that the total number of sunshiny days last year 
in London was 61. In Toronto it was 1!M>. The number of 
hours of sunshine in Milan in the month of March was 203 ; 
in Toronto it was .'>6 ( .), rising in June to 470. The average 
number of cloudy days per month is less than five, and for 
several years there have been none at all in June, July and 
August. As to the temperature of the winter of 1896, 
Londoners would be surprised to hear that in January last 
not a fleck of snow was to be seen. The Riviera could not 
do better than that. 

A wealthy young English lawyer is said to have spent two 
days and nights over one case, and at the end of that time 
could not tell which side he was on. It was a case of cham- 
pagne. Toronto lawyers take fruit ! ! 




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iit TSCnitefc Empire. 

?|V^OT many years .since, leading statesmen of both 
%-q)-s> parties in England were earnestly enquiring 
how to federate the British Empire. And Imperial 
Federation, based largely upon kinship and senti- 
ment, was inaugurated as "a first step." Colonial 
branches of the League followed with considerable 
success. Having served its purpose, the League died 
a natural death. But the sentiment lives, and 
grows stronger daily. The recent Jubilee demon- 
strations confirmed this fact beyond a doubt. 

The Colonial tariff against the Mother Country 
and Foreigner alike has been misunderstood in 
England. There can be no doubt about the 
recent action of Canada's present government — 
whose photograph hangs on the walls beside the 
Queen of our great and world-wide Empire in the 
picture with the Children at Tea given herewith. 
Led by the wise and far-seeing statesman and silver- 
tongued orator, Sir Wilfred Laurier, Canada has set 
the Empire a noble example by admitting British 
merchandise into the Dominion at a much lower 
duty than from foreign nations who shut out British 
goods by hostile tariffs. " Miss Canada " has often 
been woo'ed by her neighbours, but prefers indepen- 
dence under her Queen mother. For her loyalty 



love, and devotion she only asks a preference for her 
products, which she guarantees shall be the best 
she can produce. W.S. 

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PRIZE COMPETITIONS. 

Five Guineas will be given to the Young Lady or Gen- 
tleman, under the age of 21 years, who writes the Best 
Essay or Poem upon the following subject : — 

" Is Canada a Land of Sunshine or Snow ? " 
Five Guineas will be given to the Young Lady or Gen 
tleman, under the age of 21 years, who writes the Best 
Essay or Poem upon the following subject : — 

" How is Canada important to the British Empire 
both from a political and domestic standpoint ?" 

Each Essay must be written upon a single sheet of Note- 
paper bearing the name of the writer, with full address and 
age, and be sent to " The Imperial Produce Company. 
Ltd.," care of " Toronto," Newsham Park, Liverpool, by post 
(prepaid), not later than 14th. December next, along with 
six of " Miss Canada " or other Trade Marks, cut from 

" Miss Canada " Canned Goods Labels. 

,. ,, Butter, Bacon, or Ham Labels. 

Imperial Prize Medal Stilton Cheese Labels. 
Canadian Victoria Yeast Labels. 
Imperial "Prairie Hen" Flour or Oatmeal Labels. 

No Essays (or Poems) will be returned, but will be the 
property of the Company. If printed, no names will be 
published except those of the prize winners, whose con- 
tributions will appear in the " London Grocers' Gazette " 
and " Manchester Grocers' Journal " in their first issue in 
January, under the name or nom-de-plume of contributor. 
Competitors are not limited to a single effort on either sub- 
ject, providing the necessaiy labels are sent with each con- 
tribution. 

P. Byrne, Esq., agent for the Ontario Government, and 
A. F. Jury, Esq., Canadian Government Agent, Liverpool, 
have consented to act as Judges, whose decision will be final. 



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